Near the forest lived a little girl named Goldilocks. Goldilocks was a naughty little girl. On that morning she was playing in the forest, throwing stones at squirrels, when she smelled the delicious smell of the milk that Mother Bear had made.

She knocked on the door of the house. She peeked in the window. She saw three bowls of porridge on the kitchen table — but it seemed that there was nobody home. So Goldilocks went in. (Oh, she was a naughty little girl!)

Shortly after, the bears returned from walk, ready to have breakfast. But they were surprised to see that the spoons were already in their bowls of milk. “Someone has drunk my milk!” exclaimed Father Bear.